From creation to destruction, from birth to death, eternal youth to old age, time flows between these two opposites.

We move from innocence to discover the world and its bitter fruit.

We get lost and we don’t know how to devote to ourselves.

We are from the blood lineage, from the same vital fluid, a part from the living world, between black and white, looking pathologically who we are as fallen angels, in search of a permanent and absolute quest whose life experiences will besiege us or will make us stronger.

"With the white, we are in virginity and innocence, but curiously also in old age and wisdom. The baby and the old man ... As if once again in this story, the colors united extremes. "

It exists , deep within us, an intrinsic link towards each other, not white, not black, just grey. We form an unity.

I'm strange man

Like a ranger I'm invisible

Like monster

But someday you understandMeaning of my worldsBut someday you understandMeaning of your life.

I'm a speakerOf the silenceI'm the question nowto you answer

But someday you understandMeaning of your lifeBut someday you understandMeaning of my worlds.